Today I survived a closed MRI.
For someone who is intensely claustrophobic, this is a red-letter event.
But an closed MRI was the only option today, which meant I had to face my fears.
I began by taking a light sedative, at my doctor’s advice — to take the edge off. And the technicians were great, walking me through the device and the actual procedure step-by-step. But the greatest help during what would have been 30 minutes of hell?
A series of mirrors that bounce images in the exam room back to me, so I always felt like I could see the outside world clearly…regardless of my position within the tube.
Hey — mind games are welcome here.